Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2007 12:01:04 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE
Subject: WAITER
TIM
by will.obe
I ring the bell and wait, hoping my formal suit and tie get-up will win
approval. The door opens. Mr Miller is a tall, handsome, but rather stout
guy in his 50's wearing a dark suit. At 22 of course I consider this
old. He smiles.
"Are you Tim Black?"
"Yes Sir."
"Come in and let me take you to the kitchen. My friends have already
arrived."
I can hear the buzz of male conversation coming from the lounge and shiver
at the thought of what I've let myself in for. In the kitchen several work
surfaces contain trays of canape's. A bar area has various empty glasses
and alongside are bottles of gin, whiskey, vodka, rum, red wine and white
wine. In the centre of the kitchen is a long table.
"I know you haven't done this before Tim, but it's really quite
simple. You're job is to kneel in front of each guest in turn and ask what
they wish to drink, come back here, pour the drinks and serve them, again
on your knees. Afterwards you serve the snacks. Okay?"
"Yes Sir."
"And don't worry. They're going to enjoy a pretty young guy like you. Now,
strip off and let me see you."
Well this is it. It's what I've agreed to do. I quickly undress and stand
in front of him. My prick is immediately rampant. He smiles and runs his
hands over my naked body. Tweeking my nipples, pulling my foreskin
backwards and forwards,weighing my tight balls in a hand and feeling my
hole with a long probing finger. I really love submitting meekly to this
inspection. Then he kisses me full on the lips. A French kiss which, in
spite of his age, has me shivering with excitement. Being used by a man of
any age has me in a state of sexual excitement. He pulls away and grins at
me.
"You're delightful Tim, but remember you're a slave this evening so expect
the guys to touch you up as you serve drinks. You don't mind do you Tim? I
take it you enjoy being subservient and doing as you're told?"
"Yes Sir, always."
"Good. Pick up a tray of canapes and follow me."
Mr Miller opens the lounge door and ushers me in. The chatter stops
immediately and ten guys sitting in a half circle turn to look at
me. They're all formally dressed. Suits, shirts and ties. Three look to be
about my own age, one is definitely nearer eighteen and black, two very old
silver haired guys in their 60's and the last four in their 30's including
an Indian guy. All very attractive men I'll be happy to serve in any way
they wish. No, in anyway they order. The thought passes through my head
that I really do want them to treat me as their naked slave boy.
"This is Tim. He'll be our waiter this evening. Just tell him what drinks
you want."
Mr Miller encourages me to circulate with the tray. Conversation resumes,
mainly about me.
"Isn't he cute."
"Such a nice stiff big cock for a small guy."
"Nice all over. Look at the beautiful curves of his bubble butt."
"Needs a good shagging for sure I'd say."
"No, I want those full red sensuous lips around my cock man."
"He's a naughty boy, needs a good spanking."
"Needs his pits and pubics shaving if he's going to pass as a boy."
I circulate with me head and eyes slightly lowered, listening to their
sexually exciting demeaning comments. I look down at the guests well
polished shoes, but I can't fail to notice their eyes continuing to devour
my complete nakedness. This is an absolute turn on. Being a naked slave at
the service of these fully suited dominant males. Wow! A fantasy come
true. It's what I know I'm for. A completely subservient male to other
men. To obey their orders and fulfil their every sexual desire. I move
around serving the snacks, but unfortunately none have yet touched
me. Natural English shyness perhaps? Drinks will help. The tray of canopes
is empty so I kneel in front of the two old guys.
"What drinks may I get you Sirs?"
"Scotch and American," says one, before addressing his companion "that okay
with you John?"
"Large ones I think Ray," says John.
I rush to the kitchen and quickly before doing anything else pour myself
and knock back a strong vodka and tonic. I pour the old guys treble whisky
and gingers and rush back to serve them to John and Ray, but as I go down
on my knees I stumble and spill one glass over John's lap. Ray takes the
other glass and hands me a handkerchief to clean up the mess.
"No need for that Ray," says Mr Miller, "the boy will lick it up. Go on
Tim, get your mouth working."
With everyone watching I lean over and start licking up the spilt liquid
off John's trousers. As I do so my tongue can feel his hard tool inside his
pants.
"Unzip him Tim and clean up the inside," orders Mr Miller.
I do as I'm told and as I lick the soaked underpants, John eases out his
hard cock, slips it between my lips and I start to suck his hefty thick
manhood. The other guys laugh and crudely congratulate me about my cock
sucking abilities.
"Don't worry guys," says Mr Miller, "you'll all get your turn.
John groans out loud as he starts to unloads gobs of his spunk into my
mouth, but withdraws and shoots a string of cum over my face. Ray slides
his fingers over my face directing the warm spunk into my mouth.
"Swallow it boy," instructs Ray.
I use my tongue to help pull the semen into my mouth and swallow. I go to
stand up, but Ray has other ideas. He grips my arm.
"You've been a naughty little boy Tim. You need to be spanked I think."
Ray pulls me over his lap and starts to spank my ass. As a 22 year old I
feel so embarrassed being spanked over a trousered knee in front of all
these other guys. They urge Ray on.
"Go on Ray, spank our little girlyboy"
"Make him cry like a baby. Let's see some tears."
And they're not far away. It's not playful. Ray spanks hard. I wriggle and
kick up my legs, but other hands hold me down as I'm punished. Much to my
shame my eyes smart and I eventually start sobbing and crying out loud. Ray
stops and I stand up, facing the crowd with tears running down my
cheeks. It's so humiliating an I realize, to my nature, so satisfying.
"Go and stand in the corner until you stop being a crybaby," orders Mr
Miller.
Naturally I do as I'm ordered, rubbing my sore bottom as I do so. My hands
are slapped away and other hands stroke my painful arse or reach around and
work my prick.
"Hey Tim boy, go get me a drink," says John. He gives my ass a sharp slap
as I walk by him.
After serving Ray, I take orders from the other guys, bring back the
drinks, serve them on my knees and in each case receive a smack on my
bottom. They're enjoying this chance to humiliate a sub and, of course, I'm
increasingly aroused by my servile submission. Drinks served, I circulate
offering trays of canapes to the guests on my knees. Each gives me a smile
and a another slap on my ass. Going back to the kitchen for more drinks I
find the young black guy at my heels. He puts his arms around me and plays
with my nipples
"I'm Paul boy. You need a nice big black cock up your ass, don't you?"
I can feel his cock through his pants pressing against the cleft of my
bottom. I remain silent. Even if he is three years younger than me, he's a
big hunky black Master I must obey. The idea of this handsome black guy's
hard cock fucking and possessing me, his white slave, is another fantasy
come true. He unzips, drops his pants and kicks them off. I hear him spit
on his fingers and feel him roughly lubricating my boycunt with his
fingers. I want to be on show taking his huge hard cock. It prods between
my cheeks as he bends me over.
"You need this don't you boy? You wanna be owned by a black man, his
bumboy?"
"Oh yes Sir, I do. Fuck me please."
"Yeah I will. Wanted this ever since I first saw your little white
butt. Now turn around, walk forward and let the other guys see you being
fucked. Come on boy, move."
Wow! He knows what I need. Perhaps more so, he wishes to demonstrate his
youthful power over a worthless white bumboy. And what a thrilling
humiliation it is being slowly humped back like a bitch on heat with a cock
rammed up my boycunt and entering a room full of laughing, whistling guys
watching me being publically fucked and degraded. In a mirror I see Paul
raising his fists in triumphant celebration of him raping a white
slave. Now he pounds in and out of my cunt as another guy strips in front
of my face and plunges his hard tool into my mouth and throat. I tighten my
ass muscles to give my young black Master the best possible fuck and suck
hard on the uncut cock using my mouth. Paul yells out loud and fills my
bowels with his seed. He withgraws and I feel his cum running down my legs
before another cock enters and fucks me immediately. The same happens when
my mouth is filled with my face fucker's cum. I hardly have time to swallow
before a stiff brown cock is forced down my throat. I look up and see it's
the young Indian guy. He smiles down into my upturned eyes and slowly and
deeply uses my mouth.
"You love this don't you? What a slut you are at the service of all us
superior men. I know you love it, being used. You'd like it better still I
think if we used you in public. I know a weekend place out in the country
where you'd be kept naked, perhaps put into a set of stocks and left for
any man to cane you or birch you before your red little bottom was fucked
hard."
In spite of his cock in my mouth, I manage a nod.
"Yeah, thought that would excite you my slave. It excites me too. Yeah,
take it boy, take all these mens cocks. We're going to fill you with cum
back and front boy and you're going to take it because you're a worthless
white slave. And I know you'll enjoy it boy because you're a sub boy
slave... yeah take mine... take Rajah's spunk right down your throat."
And I did. Such sweet creamy cum. As he withdrew his long cock I rolled his
seed around my tongue and slowly swallowed it, gulp by gulp.
"Okay," I heard Mr Miller say, "he needs preparing for the final act. Bring
him to the kitchen."
Hands grab me, carry me into the kitchen and spreadeage me face up on the
kitchen table. I can see Mr Miller standing over me with a wicked looking
stainless steel carving knife in his hand. Other hands hold my ankles and
wrists.
"A bumboy or should I say a girlyboy needs to be properly cut and
prepared," said Mr Miller.
I'm now scared out of my wits. With all the others crowding around,
grinning down at me, Mr Miller gently grips my rapidly shrinking prick,
pulls my foreskin up and touches it with the edge of his knife.
"Please Sir, don't cut me," I whisper.
"It is a procedure often used on naughty boys," smiles Mr Miller "when a
Master takes them into ownership. I'm sure you'd like to please a Master if
he wanted you circumsized or even neutered, wouldn't you Tim?"
"I'm not sure Sir," I mumble.
"We shall have to wait and see Tim boy," says Mr Miller as he thankfully
lays down the carving knife.
Instead he picks up a glistening cut-throat razor.
"To be initiated as a a slave of this circle, you must be shaved Tim. Your
armpits, your pubics and anywhere else on your body except your head. Does
that make you happier?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good, then we shall proceed, lather him," instructs Mr Miller.
Two young good looking naked guys with brushes and small cups of shaving
soap lather my armpits and my crotch. Mr Miller very gently shaves my
armpits and then my crotch. By this time my prick is rock hard and Mr
Miller has no difficulty shaving all sides.
"That's it then," said Mr Miller, "he hardly has another hair on his
body. Typical sub bumboy. You can clean him off now Les and Malcolm before
you claim your reward."
Les and Malcolm do a thorough job with their towels and grin down at me as
they wipe between my legs and clean the lather off my prick. Les squeezes a
dollop of goo from a tube of KY and lubricates my ass hole until I'm
writhing in a state of sexual excitement. He applies another dollop to his
huge hairy cock and passes the tube to Malcolm who does the same. They pull
my body to the edge of the table. Les climbs on the table, lifts my legs
and inserts his cock into my boycunt. A moment and I see and feel Malcolm
standing there easing his rampant cock into my bottom alongside Les's. I'm
squirming in pain, but as they proceed to fuck me, I relax and with
increasing excitement take two cocks up into my fuckhole. Wow! This is
something I've never dreamed of. I begin to enjoy the feeling and the
humiliation of being fucked by two guys at once in front of a naked crowd
of guys wanking their pricks hard and preparing to shoot their manly cum
over my smooth hairless body. The final act of initiation comes as I see Mr
Miller's cock above my face. It pushes into my mouth and I suck on his
endowment. Les and Malcolm cum together with great force and jets of their
spunk spurt into me. Wow! Thats what a boycunt like me needs. As we all
begin to relax I feel something new. Mr Miller slowly begins pissing into
my mouth. I'm swallowing, but unable to cope with the flow. Piss dribbles
from my mouth, flows down my chin onto the table. Great whoops of delight
from the crowd as my initiation into their circle is completed. My last act
of the evening in the lounge is to crawl around and take and drink piss
from all my new Masters.
Please let me know if this story has excited you. will.obe@btinternet.com